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[The webcam feed opens, and Mort looks a bit ashamed of himself.]

It would seem that I...well, I seem to have forgotten everything about these numbers and this network for the past couple of weeks. It's somewhat alarming, really.

[He sighs.]

I apologize if you came in looking for help with anything and I gave you a difficult time about it. I'm now leaving a few notes for myself in the event it happens again. Don't worry--it's nothing personally identifiable or dangerous to keep lying around, but it should be enough that I won't immediately start treating anyone talking about numbers and strange powers as delusional.

My office usually isn't open on Sundays, but given the circumstances, I'm here now. If you need to talk--or if I may have made things difficult for you this past week, please, stop by. If anyone's experiencing any new developments they're having trouble with, again, please feel free to stop by.

[There's another pause, as though what he's about to say next rubs his sense of ethics the wrong way.]

If circumstances call for it, I can...er, I can reassure your family members that everything's under control and that they've got nothing to worry about with these changes.

[There. He didn't outright say he'd lie for anyone, but that's basically what he means, loath as he is to admit it.]

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[[Not too long after the post, the open office door suddenly slams shut with no indication of there being anyone there.

There is a very angry Bakura currently being hidden from sight by Diabound's powers behind that slam...]]

[Mort jumps at the door slam, and he gets up to investigate.]

Hello?

[[There's no response. Just an eerie silence as Bakura slips past into the inner office]]

[How odd. Mort seems a bit unsettled by this as he opens the door, looks outside, closes the door again, and walks back into the office, where he'll sit back down in his chair and thoughtfully sip at a cup of coffee.

As a matter of note, the chair is wheeled and swivels. Surely neither fact could be at all exploited by a vengeful spirit.]

[[Surely not.

Unless pulling the chair out just enough so that Mort could miss the chair as he sits counts~]]

[Wait, WHAT? Down Mort goes, landing solidly on his butt and spilling some of that coffee. He seems to think it was his own clumsiness, and now he's scowling as he grabs a Kleenex off his desk to try to mop up the coffee.]

[[From behind him comes the muffled strains of an unfortunatlly familar tune and a familar sight is waiting for him in his chair, set down with care to be looking down at Mort as he hit the floor.]]

[That actually gets Bakura an alarmed shout, and Mort reflexively tries to back away, bumping into the desk and spilling what remains of that coffee all over his keyboard.

Not that he really cares about that right now.]

[[in slow motion, the chair begins to turn away and a grossly distorted voice speaks, muffled like the music]]

y̫̯͈̖̞̩̦͛́o̢͍ͯ̆̐̌ͤǔ͕͛ ̭͖̫̩́ͧ̑ͦl̫̗͙̫͉̼̺ͦͬ̉ͭ̈́e̝̱͖̙̙̋̈́͒̍ͤ̃f̘̗̬̜͙̰͈̾̔͆́ͨ̊͘t̼̿̋̅̑̉..̻͇̱͊͗̽ͅ.͎͇̝̘̖͖̔̂̑.̛̗̞̟͊̌͌ͫ̚.....

[Well, that was unexpected. And freaky. So very freaky.]

Left?

[He's backed up against the desk and sort of flailing for...what? A weapon? His phone? What's he going to find? He's confused and more than a little freaked out.

Mort's actually sort of clutching at his chest now like he's having chest pains. And he is, albeit not because of his heart. He's got two Core Medals in there some dim part of his instincts are trying to draw power from, even if he's completely unaware of it.]

[[The chair continues turning away slowly.]]

ỳ̹̤̹̜̘͕͛̂ͪ͌͊o͎̜͔̔ͦͭͨ͛ͫu ̧̼͈̈͗f̴̬̓ͩ̑͋̈̉o̝͇̥ͦͦ͌̊ͥ̍r̛̭̰̝̤ͨ̋͋g͖̀̈́̃̂o̵̱ͪͩͫ̊t͍̣̝.̥̩̫̺̞͖̻̆̽.̆.̥̠̣̼̗̲̗ͦ̾̑ͧͭ͌.̛̭̲͎͇̥̃̎̏̏ͣͭ

Forgot? It's not like I could help that!

[Mort's still clutching at his chest, sounding shaky, and trying to back up against the desk even more.]

[[the chair slows to a stop, the doll obscured by the back of it as the music stops. There's clearly a presence still in the room, the feeling of something far too big in a small space.]]

[Okay, so the chair stopped moving and that voice stopped, so Mort is still going to keep clutching at his chest with one hand while approaching the chair with his other outstretched. He's intending to whip it around to look at the doll again.]

[[When he does, he finds the doll has vanished without a trace.]]

[Well, that was unexpected. Mort just stares at the spot, and he's totally dumbfounded.]

[[There's a long stillness before suddenly a laugh starts up, the doll suddenly flying at Mort's head, the sound traveling with it--

as Bakura dashes from the room, barely getting out of sight before returning to visibility. Letting out a slow and hopefully silent breath, he leans back against the wall, waiting.]]

[Okay, now Mort is FREAKED OUT, and it's a good thing Bakura's leaning against the wall, because in a moment, Mort will bolt out of that office like his life depends on it.]

[[there's a moment of silence before a small giggle escapes him, which slowly erupts into a full out cackle.]]

[Mort does not hear that laugh, for he has momentarily vacated the building and will return after about thirty minutes of calming down at the Starbucks across the street.]

[[He will find the door has been locked in his absence. Inside, the doll has been dressed up in it's devil pajamas and is laying out in it's bed on top of Mort's keyboard.

Less noticeable would be the quiet lack of the file belonging to a certain someone, a change in Mort's screensaver, and a stealth popup playing the soft subtle sounds of static with other noises and whispering mixed in at random intervals. It's not much, compared to the buzzing, but the two noises will mingle in a cacophony of white noise.]]

[The doll is getting dressed back in its normal gray suit before getting locked in the drawer again, and Mort is trying to ignore the hollow pulselike feeling he's getting. Hopefully it's nothing major.

And you've also made him disconnect his speakers for a while, Bakura, congrats. It's going to take him some time to notice the missing file.]

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